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“It’s all you’re getting West. It’s my life and I don’t want to fuck things up. So for tonight, we’ll ride down memory lane, but in the morning. I’m going home, with my daughter.” I shouldn’t have emphasized the word my. Fuck, hopefully he didn’t catch that. I turn around to face him, inspecting his face to see if he noticed my slip up.

“I get it okay, you’re somebody’s mom but that doesn’t mean you aren’t still the woman I love. Let me take care of you, just for tonight?”

“What about your fiance?” I ask, grabbing the tiny shampoo bottle from the shelf aggressively.

“What about her?” He asks like it doesn’t even matter that he’s promised to someone else.

“Um, won’t she be pissed when you don’t even bother to come home?” I ask, squirting a small amount of shampoo in my palms and lathering my hair up quickly.

“I’ll deal with that tomorrow, tonight Kitty, that’s all I’m asking.” His eyes hold mine, pleading with me to give him this.

“Fine,” I answer, turning my head to put it under the water. I wash the shampoo from my hair and push down the need to scream that tonight is too much and not enough.

Tomorrow everything will be back to normal, it’ll just be McKenna and I and the life that we’ve built. Nothing more, nothing less.

Chapter Sixteen

Westley

The sun hits me in the eyes and I squint, trying to open them. I reach over to her side of the bed, hoping to feel her again, but when nothing but sheets and blanket greet me I snap awake, looking over to find the bed empty. “Kitty?” I shout, looking around the room as I sit up. There are no clothes on the chair anymore, and the bag she had next to the door is gone. “Fuck!” I shove the blanket off and step into my boxers that I threw on the floor last night. When I shove both legs into one leg hole, I topple over onto the bed, only to bounce a piece of paper up. I watch it float back down and then grab it, seeing the chicken scratch that is her handwriting.

West

I wish you a happy life, even if we can’t be together, just know that I will always have a piece of you with me.

Love,

Kitty

“Seriously!” I crumble the paper up and throw it across the room. Scrubbing my hands over my face I let out a long sigh, this isn’t happening. Not again. I cannot go without her again. My life is fucking miserable, I’m miserable. Even if I’m headed to law school, none of it is even worth a fucking damn if I can’t spend my time with the woman I love. And goddamn, I love her fiercely, last night reminded me of that.

I rush through the room, collecting my clothes and putting them on. Once dressed, I’m out through the door and on my way to the Winston household to finally get some fucking answers.

I ring the doorbell and I’m greeted by Mr. Winston, “Good morning sir, is George here?”

“Yes, up in his room.” He says, opening the door more so I can come in. “You remember where it’s at?” he says, patting me on the back.

“Yessir.” I take the stairs two at a time until I get to the top and go straight into his room. “Georr—” I cut my words off when I see Hilary on top of George, bouncing. They’re fucking, Jesus Christ. I don’t need this drama.

“Fuck. West.” George tries to push Hilary off but she clings to him like a goddamn spider monkey.

“Congrats, you can have her.” I say, flicking a hand like I don’t care. “I’m not here for her.”

“What?” Hilary cries out, as if I’ve offended her.

“Shut up.” I close the gap between me and my best friend while he’s balls deep inside my fiance. “You can have her, just tell me where Katherine lives.”

“Katherine?” George rolls his eyes, “Leave her alone, she’s a fucking train wreck, with a fatherless child, a tattoo artist, and completely despicable really.”

“George, I’m going to say this one time. Speak about your sister like that to me again, and I’ll rip your dick out through your fucking mouth, then shove it up your ass.”

“So vulgar.” Hilary says, attempting to cover herself up.

“Hilary, I wish you nothing but the most vanilla life with George, but please for the love of God, shut your fucking mouth.” I turn my attention back to George. “Your sister, where?”

“Somewhere in Washington. Dad knows.” I turn on my heels, leaving them to their lame ass sex, just as I reach the door to close it, “The kid is yours!” He shouts, forcing me to turn back around and look at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Even if we can’t be together, just know that I will always have a piece of you with me. Her words run through my head again, she fucking told me but I was too blind to see it.